The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

　Trails of fire streaked across the sky, scatteredly falling into the white mist raised by the avalanche and being swallowed up in an instant.

　The leader stared at the vast white fog, and when he saw that there was no response to the volley of fire from the fire string cannon, he raised his hand, ready to signal for a second fire.

　At this moment, a sharp blue light suddenly appeared in the avalanche.

　"boom----"

　The broken ice spikes swept in with the strong wind, instantly passing through the defense line, hitting one fortification after another with a "da da da" sound, piercing through them.

　Some mountain people who did not pay attention to cover themselves were instantly pierced by the ice spikes and turned into sieves. They fell to the ground wailing and lost consciousness.

　Seeing this, the leader suddenly raised his axe and shouted:

　"Keep cover!"

　He immediately squatted down beside the nearest wooden wall and took a deep breath.

　The next second, an avalanche swept in—

　"boom!!"

　The violent impact mixed with the extreme cold from above the ice and snow line. Even with the shelter, the leader felt his bones frozen stiff in the extreme cold and he dared not move too much.

　Some mountain people who were not so strong were unlucky. The strong impact of the wind and snow directly blew them out of the shelter. The ice and snow mixed with spiritual power instantly turned them into ice sculptures and froze them in place.

　When the extreme cold dissipated a little, the leader leaned out of the shelter slightly and looked forward.

　Then, he saw icy blue lights flashing through the snow and fog.

　"!"

　At least a dozen pale creatures stalked the mist, their bodies long and slender, standing upright amidst the snowy fog. A pair of icy blue will-o'-the-wisp flames burned in their eye sockets, their humanlike faces icing the air as they gazed, chilling it to a chill.

　Among them, there were clusters of withered zombies, dressed in tattered clothes, but with ice-blue flames burning in their eyes.

　Those were the explorers who journeyed to the ice line. After death, their bodies turned into slaves of the Pale Things and were enslaved for eternity.

　But what the leader didn't expect was... this time, the pale thing actually took the initiative to bring its own servants below the ice and snow line?

　The previous avalanches had seemed like accidents—avalanches had awakened the pale things that had been frozen in the ice, allowing them to move below the ice and snow line.

　And this time, seeing as they brought their own slaves... it seemed more like they were taking the initiative to attack.

　After realizing this, the leader suddenly felt that today was not going to end well.

　But he did not lose his composure. When those pale creatures entered the attack range, he shouted:

　"Rockets! Fire string shooting!"

　Figures popped out from behind cover, some holding bows and arrows, others holding wands. Flames shot out one after another, crashing into the outlines of the pale creatures.

　The zombies screamed and burned to ashes in an instant after being hit, but the pale creatures were not so vulnerable. A layer of frost condensed on their surfaces, extinguishing and dissolving all the rockets that hit them.

　The pale creature in the lead raised its slender hand, and ice condensed on its hand, slowly forming a spear.

　It turned its gun and aimed its cold eyes at the fortifications.

　The next second, the leader felt a strong spiritual pressure coming and shouted subconsciously:

　"Take cover!"

　He shouted too late - the pale thing instantly threw out an ice spear, and ice flames ignited on the surface of the spear, like a soul-seeking will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night!

　"call!"

　The moment the ice spear hit the fortifications, ice flames erupted. The raging flames instantly burned the fortifications in front and the mountain people behind them into ice chips. The remaining flames flowed between the wooden stakes. All the mountain people who did not retreat to the shelter instantly lost their limbs and screamed in pain.

　When the ice flames dissipated, the leader immediately roared:

　"on!"

　He was the first to leap out of the fortifications and rushed desperately towards the pale thing in the lead, with the burning axe raised high.

　Seeing him rushing towards him so recklessly, the pale thing just raised its hand slightly, and an ice blade condensed in its hand.

　Then, it waved casually -

　"clang!"

　The moment the burning axe and the ice blade collided, the turbulence of flames and ice collided, causing a violent impact.

　The next second, the leader flew out and fell heavily in the snow.

　He looked at the pale creature in astonishment, at the icy flames burning in the other's eyes - there seemed to be a flash of disdain in them.

　"leader!"

　Several strong mountain people rushed towards the pale creatures and the zombies and fought with them.

　In the symphony of ice and fire, limbs flew everywhere and blood splattered.

　The mountain people were no match for the pale creatures. Perhaps they could still deal with the zombies, but once they reached the pale creatures, the mountain people's strong muscles were useless in front of the slender limbs of the remnants of ice and flame.

　They were torn into pieces by the pale creatures like cutting melons and chopping vegetables, and fell screaming in the snow, turning into ice sculptures.

　""

　The leader stared blankly at everything in front of him. This was the first time that the mountain people had a large-scale head-on battle with the pale creatures, and they didn't expect it to be so completely one-sided.

　He watched the pale thing walk towards him step by step, the ice blade in his hand grew longer and longer, and a brilliant ice flame ignited at the edge.

　Ice flame, ever since the Dark Moon Dragon began hunting in the eternal night, that ominous flame has been engraved into the genes of all living things in this world.

　The fear of these flames is genetic; they symbolize destruction and death, the fall of civilization.

　Even after thousands of years, it still burns in the deepest part of every living being's soul.

　""

　Facing the ice-blue flame, the leader slowly stood up and took a deep breath.

　Under the influence of spiritual pressure, he felt as if he was squeezed to be infinitely small, and the slender and pale object expanded in front of his eyes like a giant, and was about to crush him like a mountain.

　But he still held the axe tightly with both hands and let out a low growl:

　"Haha!"

　Then he rushed forward, swinging his axe fiercely at the pale thing.

　The pale creature looked at the leader with disdain, and with a slight movement of its hand, the sharp blade burning with icy flames was about to take his head.

　Just as the axe and the ice blade were about to clash again, the sound of breaking wind came from behind—

　"call!"

　The leader didn't even have time to react before he saw a long silver-white hair floating in front of him, and then a silver light flashed -

　"clang!"

　The silver sword blade collided with the ice blade, causing a violent shock wave that instantly knocked the leader back.

　He suddenly looked up and saw a frail girl standing in front of him!

　"Zizzizi..."

　Vivian looked coldly at the pale thing in front of her, and a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes that were burning with ice-blue will-o'-the-wisp.

　"Get out!"

　She roared angrily and slashed the blade fiercely, producing ice-blue sparks.

　"Zizzsssssssssss!"

　"bass--"

　The silver blade burst out with a surging pressure, instantly cutting off the ice blade in the pale creature's hand and causing it to explode.

　Vivian tilted her sword and wiped it, and ice-blue flames ignited along her blade, as bright as daylight.

　Then, she slashed fiercely, slicing the pale thing from its left shoulder to its right waist—

　"Sizzle!"

　The pale creature staggered back two steps, and the next second, ice-blue flames erupted, instantly tearing its body in half.

　The two halves quickly shrank into a point under the collapse of the ice flame, and disappeared in a slight flash.

　Vivian turned her head, glanced at the man lying in the snow, and whispered:

　"Have your men retreat, and leave the rest to me."

　The leader was slightly stunned and subconsciously guarded against the girl in front of him - she had just used the power of ice flame, which meant that she and those monsters... were of the same origin?

　But she did save me... and with such overwhelming force...

　Without waiting for the leader's reply, Vivian turned and rushed forward.

　As the ice flame burned, silver-white armor appeared on her body, quickly covering her body.

　She rushed into the waves of zombies and pale things, and her figure disappeared in the vast white fog.

　After a brief delay, a storm of ice-blue blades erupted—

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

　The exploding ice flames threw countless fragments into the sky, splitting the white mist formed by the avalanche, and waves of unrestrained sword light escaped outward.

　This scene made those mountain people who originally planned to fight to the death dare not move forward anymore - if they faced such a terrifying sword storm, they would definitely be treated as pale creatures.

　Seeing such a magnificent sight, the leader no longer hesitated and shouted loudly:

　"Retreat! Retreat to camp!"

　At his shout, the mountain people retreated without hesitation, quickly entered the wooden walls of the camp, and closed the gate tightly.

　For the next hour, they listened to the howling wind outside the camp and watched a flash of ice flame rise into the sky from time to time.

　""

　After one hour.

　The leader, with a nervous look on his face, led the mountain people to guard the inside of the camp gate, staring at the door.

　Just now, the howling sounds of the wind had disappeared, and the battle outside had obviously ended, but no one knew the outcome.

　The leader felt his thoughts were in a mess. As a permanent resident of the Junshan Mountains, he had never seen anyone display such powerful strength - this kind of military-level power was basically only recorded in legends. Perhaps only the Jiedushi who traveled across the nine provinces possessed such power to destroy an army.

　He recalled the girl's young face again and his face twitched.

　So young...yet possessing such terrifying power?

　And...the kind of fire she fights with...is undoubtedly evil ice flame.

　Amidst the chaotic thoughts, the wizard beside the leader suddenly spoke:

　"Something is approaching!"

　As soon as she finished speaking, an ice flame crack opened up out of thin air, emitting a sharp cold light.

　The mountain people immediately raised their weapons, stared at the ice flame crack, and prepared to fight.

　However, what walked out of the crack was a girl with long silver-white hair.

　""

　Vivian looked at the stunned mountain people, her expression indifferent and elegant.

　She took two steps forward, but the mountain people raised their weapons higher as if in response to stress, which surprised Vivian.

　"Alas..." The leader heard the girl sigh softly, then stopped and asked:

　"Mountain folks, do you know which is the fastest way to the top of Junshan Mountain?"

　Seeing that the girl didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, the leader took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, stepped forward, and said:

　"May I ask where this young lady comes from, and why is she heading to the summit of Junshan Mountain?"

　"I come from the ice dragon family." Vivian said.

　Ice Dragon Family...The leader was slightly stunned, as he had no impression of this family in his mind.

　But... a dragon? This young girl is a dragon...?

　The leader cleared his throat and his expression became more serious: